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Saturday, July 7, 2012

I'm at the mountain top

I’m at the mountain top

I breathe what little air

Live my Life at its peak

Not somewhere way down there

I’ve gained more stamina

I’ve grown a thick veneer

From my mountain top, I

Can see the World from here

Across the curvature

There is more sky than land

After the storms have passed

The dead tree still stands

Live trees and green branches

Have fallen in their path

But one dead tree remains

Withstanding weather’s wrath

Kindness still surpasses

Intellect and never

Goes out of fashion or

Changes with the weather

Out of common Life, like

An afternoon shower

Come to my rescue, you’re
The stem to my flower

Here at the beginning

At the moment of start

An unreachable dream

That cannot fall apart

It’s a dream born on clouds

It never loses height

But will never come true

Always the purest white

Darkness still surrounds me

Future hill lies ahead

Can’t recall the last time

Into light, I was led

Danger here, and still the

Answers, a tongueless bell

Turn around, it’s still the

Same direction to hell

I went searching for me

I went searching for me
No answers in the sky
I looked in the woods, but
There was no sign of I

Traveled the less traveled
And I sought company
When I looked no further
The search ended with me

Looking at outerspace

Looking at outerspace
The space between each star
How near they appear, but
Actually, it's far

The World all discovered
Yet questions are in hope
But there are no answers
And no one knows the ropes